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Super Gay Weekend

This past weekend was a whirlwind of GAY! What began Friday night as drinks on the roof deck (but was more like drinks in my living room) wound up being an ebullient celebration of legalized gay marriage in front of The Stonewall Inn. A group of us traipsed over from my apartment and merged with the joyous crowds in the Village. It was an amazing night! And I made it onto TV via the AP reporter who was crammed in with us. My friends and I sang an a capella version of “Goin’ to the Chapel” and joined the whole mass of people for “New York, New York.” The streets were filled with proud New Yorkers, both gay and straight. It was exciting to be part of history in the making.

Saturday I went out to Governors Island in the afternoon to affix the final Figment signage: three art and mini golf maps of Figment (at Liggett) Terrace. After a few quick staplegunnings, I enjoyed a chai latte by the water and waited to meet Jess, who’d finagled tickets to the Governors Island Gay Pride Show at Water Taxi Beach. We had a few drinks and watched the sunset, surrounded by hundreds of sexy, shirtless gay boys, danced to house music and then saw Olivia Newton John. She only sang three songs but she was worth the wait!

Sunday morning I woke up early and got my glitter on in anticipation of the Pride Parade. I met up with Christopher and Bradford and we cabbed it up to 38th and 5th to rendezvous with the rest of our posse. We were a motley group of burners, with more joining us as we marched down Fifth Avenue. It was the perfect day to be decked out in my rainbow sequin cloak with black feather boa trim, but it did get a bit warm while dancing beside the Callen-Lorde float. They had a great DJ and Lynda Carter!

We made it all the way to the end of the parade route, where it became crucial for everyone to get a drink. I couldn’t continue on with the gaiety because I had house guests arriving so I reluctantly crossed town in my sparkles.

The extended weekend festivities made me reflect upon peoples’ politics. While being gay is not a choice, politics are, and unfortunately who you sleep with can be a political statement, whether you want it to be or not. Sadly, there are plenty of people who choose to hate based solely on a person’s sexual preference. I have what I’ll refer to as “a newly minted lesbian” in the family now though I doubt she’d refer to herself in that fashion. I’ve hung around with the freaks for so long that there’s no question where my politics lie (or get laid). It will be interesting to see how — or if — her beliefs change over time. For now, I’ll provide enough gay pride for the both of us!

Hard Work, No Pay

I’ve been working my ass off lately. That means five or six hours, two or three days a week. It isn’t exactly grueling but it’s more work than I’ve been doing. And it’s not for pay. I’ve really been enjoying it, though. I find that I enjoy working for free more than I do for money. I wish I knew why that is.

The work is for an arts festival on Governors Island called Figment. We get a portion of the island from May 27 till September 25 and then take over the entire island for the weekend of June 10, 11, 12. I’m in charge of signage, which just so happens to be the job I do for Burning Man. My DPW Sign Crew gets a huge budget and we do our job like a well-oiled machine. This organization hasn’t run quite as smoothly. My crew, however, is awesome and I’m having a blast working with them. We’ve been operating somewhat autonomously.  And our finished product looks damn impressive!

Tomorrow we install the signs needed for Memorial Day weekend and the island’s opening to the public. Everything’s coming together pretty well. We have a bunch more work to do before the official festival but I’m sure we’ll get it all done. There have been glitches and I’m sure there will be some more. But the bottom line is, we’re volunteers. And we’re doing the best we can. I’ve been a little shocked at how we’ve been treated. Certainly not as well as people working this hard — and this long — out of the goodness of their hearts, should be. No money, little recognition, scant thanks. I think we get a t-shirt. All I can say is I’m damn glad I’ve pulled together a crew of people I enjoy.

After my summer’s over and I’ve wrapped up my season with Burning Man, maybe I’ll try and find some work that doesn’t pay. Perhaps money to live on can come from somewhere else. I can imagine doing volunteer work for the rest of my life if I manage to find a man who can support me. Does that sound crazy? I mean, I know plenty of women out there don’t work. There must be some great guy who’d love to share my awesome East Village apartment and take good care of me! Maybe I should make finding him my job!